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FOREST AND STREAM. 



[March 36, 1885. 



IN GOSHEN'S HOLE; 



in. 



SUNDAY eatne and we rested. It may have been because 

 we really bad conscientious scruples about shooting on 

 that day, or there may have been other good and sufficient 

 reasons; but at all events we spent most of the day about 

 camp, paid a visit to the ranchman below us on the creek, 

 taking to him a quarter of venison, and altogether put in a 

 day quiet and uneventful. 



Our dinner late in the afternoon was "swell." These old 

 canons never scented a more savory smell than was wafted 

 with the smoke of our tire through their rugged fastnesses. 

 Graham spread himself, and we did ample justice to his 

 spreading. "We sincerely complimented every dish, and he 

 appreciated it. He was always a little vain of his talents as 

 a cuisine professor. 



Says Graham over the pipes: "Boys, I am well pleased to 

 see you looking so comfortable and contented, with good 

 health, good appetites and good digestion, though I am afraid 

 your appetites have been destroyed, but with your digestive 

 organs unimpaired, they will soon mend. You have been 

 very fulsome in your commendation of the dinner you have 

 just knocked into 'smithereens,' and I thank you. It makes 

 me tired to sit at a table and listen to the seuseless criticism 

 about the dishes placed thereon. Now, if one is an acknowl- 

 edged authority on gustation and merits the reputation, I can 

 take some pleasure in listening, but there is not one in a 

 thousand but can rock me to sleep. Delicate is a great word 

 with them. They ring it in on all occasions and play tunes 

 on it. T don't think this pork and beans have quite as deli- 

 cate a flavor as the boiled beets and cabbages we had day 

 before yesterday.' 'This Dublin stout is not quite as delicate 

 as the California claret we had four years ago.' Delicate be 

 hanged, for it does make me tired. I don't believe a lady or 

 gentleman finds fault, but it's a wearisome fashion, this crit- 

 icism of a good dinner by people who have been brought up 

 on boiled beef and cabbages, on bacon and potatoes and 

 muddy coffee. Men and women will find fault with the 

 best dishes that are placed on their tables, and the best so- 

 called judges will disagree as to their merits. One says the 

 rice is burned a little, while the other says it's not, and so 

 on to the end of the chapter. If they would only let their 

 eatables stop their mouths and their fault-findings. As Pat 

 says: 'Give me pace and quietniss fur supper an' moighty 

 little o'that, too.'" 



Monday was devoted to moving camp to the Josh cabin, 

 four or five miles away, and in the absence of Mr. Josh we 

 made his cabin our temporary residence. We found that 

 during the few days longer we remained in Goshen's Hole, 

 our sport was very much like that at our old camp. We 

 killed six deer by trailing. N o wounded ones escaped, so 

 we had not to shoulder the sorrow of allowing any of our 

 game to elude us only to die in some unfrequented spot a 

 slow and painful death. We had several shots at a moun- 

 tain sheep, but he was hitting the breeze too hard and too 

 far away to afford any of us a fair shot. We tried to follow 

 him, but abandoned the pursuit when he commenced climb- 

 ing where we could get no certain footing. A few jack rab- 

 bits and some pin-tatled grouse were added to our load and 

 our hunt was over. 



Saturday morning at daylight we started on our return 

 trip. Doc was to drive home, while the others rode their 

 saddle horses, and when they had reached the high open 

 country above, they scattered toward the Fox Creek draw 

 and off toward Kelly's pasture for antelope, while Doc and 

 the mules were left alone in their glory to wend their weary 

 way toward Bear Creek. It's a lonesome kind of position to 

 place an active fellow in, this skinning mules on a lone 

 prairie road, and the time hung heavily. Doc finally struck 

 an idea to drive the time away. It was nothing less than a 

 speech. His supposed audience was the Wyoming Stock 

 Association; scene, Library Hall, Cheyenne. Doc rises: 



' 'Mr. President and Members op the Wyoming Stock 

 Association: Though an entire stranger to most of you 

 and a comparative stranger to all of you, I feel no hesitancy 

 in rising to present to your kind consideration a proposition 

 which vitally concerns every man whose interests are cen- 

 tered upon these large and magnificent ranges now under 

 your control. It is one upon which depends the life or death 

 of the vast animal industry in which you are engaged, for 

 by its acceptance or rejection hinges your prosperity now or 

 in the near future. Without infringing upon your time and 

 courtesy one moment longer than is absolutely necessary to 

 a thorough consideration of my idea, I beg to submit the 

 following preamble and resolution: 



"Whereas, As is well known to the consumers of canned 

 corn beef, the packers of said corn beef use upon the tin 

 boxes containing said beef a red label to designate the con- 

 tents of said tin boxes, be it hereby 



' 'Resolved, That it is the sense of this association that there 

 be substituted for the aforesaid red labels on the aforesaid 

 tin boxes a green label, colors emblematic of our love for the 

 Ould Dart, and be it further 



"Resolved, That if the large houses of Chicago will not 

 make the substitution suggested, we pack our own beef and 

 save commissions and the Irish trade, and be it further 



"Resolved, That in order to protect ourselves, we demand 

 an immediate change of labels from red to green upon all 

 canned meats. 



"Gentlemen: You have got to cater to the immense trade 

 and growing influence of Ireland and its representatives in 

 our country. Already there are murmurs of discontent 

 borne from' the sheep ranches of the South, from the lumber 

 regions of Washington and Oregon, from the mines of Cali- 

 fornia and Nevada, iTom the wheat fields of Dakota, and 

 will you lend no listening ear? Will you steel your hearts 

 to your own interests, endangering the future of yourselves, 

 your children and your children's children?" 



"1 have nearly done. My scheme is unfolded, and its 

 furtherance rests with you. Will you take the initiative, 

 the forward step which leads to plethoric bank accounts and 

 unlimited credit? or will you fold your hands in fancied 

 security, while others more enterprising and far-seeing, step 

 in and reap the golden harvest of financial success, leaving 

 your cattle to become food for the buzzards and the coyotes, 

 their bones to bleach in the moonlight and the sunlight, 

 while the gentle zephyrs of Wyoming whistle through the 

 denuded ribs of your herds a sad requiem of departed pros- 



"One word more, gentlemen, and I have done. It is an 

 established fact that since the introduction of the Hereford 

 element, and with the increasing knowledge we have " 



Doc had reached this point in his maiden speech, when 



chancing to look behind him was a team with four men in 

 the wagon. They had an amused expression on their faces. 

 Whether they thought the orator was a crank or slightly in- 

 toxicated, or practicing for a public effort they never said, 

 but seeing that the exhibition was over when the crestfallen 

 orator dropped into his seat and commenced to whistle "The 

 Girl I Left Behind Me," they pulled out, whipped up their 

 team and drove by. 



Our party reached the ranch in the middle of the after- 

 noon, Griff and Graham each bringing in an antelope. Ten 

 deer and two antelope hung that evening in the trees be- 

 tween the storehouse and the kitchen. 



There goes the score. Ought it to have been sent? Does 

 it smack of the pot-hunter? If so, please pardon, for not a 

 pound hangs there to be wasted nor sold. We idled away 

 too much time in camp for hunters after profit. We enjoyed 

 the fruitless chase after the mountain sheep, and though we 

 returned many a time empty-handed, we never cared the 

 snap of a finger. 



Break, jump, skip, 

 By the cold gray bluffs, oh, deer, 

 But the tender chops of a huck that has dropped, 



make a welcome addition to the good things the ranch cook 

 shoots at us three times a dav. Millard. 



SOME REMARKABLE SHOTS. 



Editor Forest and Stream: 



On Thanksgiving morning, after a late breakfast, I put the 

 gun together, and with a few shells in my pocket started out 

 for a ramble, more for the sake, however, of giving the old 

 dog a run than anything else, as there is but little enjoyment 

 to be found in the woods at this late season. Tramping 

 about until noon without seeing a feather, and coming out 

 on to an old wood road I sat down to have a quiet smoke, 

 when I heard a grouse get up and fly into a dense scrub pine. 

 Catching up the gun I was making for the tree, when it sud- 

 denly occurred to me that my chances were just about as 

 good to ' 'go it blind" from where I was as to walk up and 

 have her come out on the opposite side, a game you can count 

 on being played every time. Having a shell in my left bar- 

 rel loaded with No. 5 I drew up, held on the tree as near as 

 I could calculate at the point where I saw the bird go in, 

 and pulled, with very little expectation, however, of killing, 

 and a fellow with a hole in his pocket might have bought 

 me out. But I feel something as I do when fishing — it is a 

 satisfaction to get a response occasionally, even if one goes 

 home with an empty creel. I walked up and found a fine 

 old cock lying on his back under the tree, shot as squarely 

 as could have been done had he been in sight. I did not feel 

 that 1 had taken any mean advantage either. Would you? 

 Worcester, Mass., Dec. 4. B. 



Editor Forest and Stream: 



Some years ago the Washington Iron Works made a 

 specialty of circular saw mills and engines for driving them. 

 Col. H., coming into the office one day from an extended 

 trip, inquired for Mr. Ford the foreman millwright. As soon 

 as he came in sight, Ford was greeted by the irate Colonel 

 with a tirade of abuse about sending work away unfinished. 

 The trouble was about a cast steel circular saw four feet in 

 diameter, and about five-sixteenths of an inch thick, which 

 had not been drilled for the pins, and that was quite a seri- 

 ous matter in the wilderness hundreds of miles from a 

 machine shop. Ford felt very sore over it, and the Colonel, 

 after working off his high steam, tapped him on the shoulder 

 and said: "It was lucky I was there, as I don't know what 

 the boys would have done." Ford brightened up at this, 

 and said: "Well, Colonel, hdw did you manage it?" "Easy 

 enough, easy enough," said Col. H., "I had the holes care- 

 ftdly marked with black paint, then set the saw firmly against 

 the end of a saw log, and shot them through with my rifle." 

 ' ' A. S. 



Editor Forest and Stream: 



While hunting near a hedge, a large flock of quail flew up 

 and went down the hedge. I followed them up, and fired 

 at what I supposed to be one of the quail. Going up to the 

 spot, I found it to be a large stone which I had fired at, but 

 about two feet away lay three quail dead. R. H. 



Paola, Kansas. 



A Disputed Bird.— One day Dr. Kirkendall, of Ithaca; 

 Dr. Gee, of Vanettenville ; F. W. Kendall, of Swartwood; 

 Arthur Meadow, of Sayre, and Dr. Fisher, Charlie Butts 

 and Fred Rogers, of Spencer, most of whom are members of 

 the Spencer Shooting Club, and all of whom occasionally 

 break ten glass balls straight, enjoyed a half day's shoot near 

 Spencer. It was one of" the few days that fall when the 

 birds had all gone down into Pennsylvania to attend a re- 

 union. The game was loaded into an empty primer Rogers 

 had in his vest pocket, and the party started to enjoy one of 

 Mrs. Fisher's well-known dinners. When crossing a flat 

 near Spencer, a solitary woodcock was flushed about six 

 rods from the party. Every gun was fired except Meadow's 

 which missed. The bird flew on, another broadside was 

 given ; this time Meadow's gun worked, and the bird died. 

 Of course, under the circumstauces, Meadow claimed it, so 

 did Fisher, so did Kirkendall, so did Butts, so did Kendall, 

 Gee knew he had not missed it, Rogers swore the bird was 

 his. A small boy sitting on the fence claimed it because he 

 had picked it up! The latter claim was disallowed. On in- 

 vestigation it was found that no two of the shooters had shot 

 of the same size and degree of hardness. To determine the 

 matter was easy. While the shooters were discussing their 

 dinner the bird was dressed, and brought on with the des- 

 sert. It was examined by Fisher. He looked at it care- 

 fully and sadlv said: "It is not mine." Each in turn exam- 

 ined it and relinquished all claim to it. There was not a 

 shot mark on it. The thirteen shots had scared the bird to 

 death.— K. (Vanettenville, N. Y.), 



Domesticating Wildfowl.— Cold Spring Harbor, N. Y., 

 March 14. — Editor Forest and Stream: At this date all rny 

 wood-ducks, fourteen pahs, are mated, and are usually seen 

 swimming in pairs and only group when on shore. The 

 mandarins are also mated. The sprigtails keep together as 

 do the mallards, but have not been observed to couple. A 

 pair of green-winged teal arrived from Iowa last week, but 

 the drake was dead when received and the little widow is 

 followed about by a solitary baldpate or widgeon drake, 

 to whose courtship she pays no further attention than to 

 fight him off when he gets too familiar. This little duck, 

 not as big as a man's fist, seems to be the master, or mistress 

 of the whole flock, and it is amusing to see her drive off a 

 mallard that intrudes too near her majesty.— Fred Mather. 



ROUGHING IT IN THE NATIONAL PARK. 



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WITH a friend, Frank F. , of Detroit, I arrived at Liv- 

 ingston, Montana, Sept. 1, bound for a trip rough- 

 ing it in the National Park, and then a hunting expedition 

 in Idaho. 



Livingston is the point on the main line of the Northern 

 Pacific Railroad, from which the National Park branch line, 

 fifty-seven miles in length, is built through the upper valley 

 of the Yellowstone, terminating near the Mammoth Hot 

 Springs, and this will be always the principal route to the 

 Park for visitors, whether they travel the region by rail, 

 wagon or horseback. 



We put up at the Albemarle, and the next day began to 

 look around to buy an outfit, but did not see any to suit our 

 purpose, so we tobk a trip to Bozeman, a much older place 

 than Livingston. At Eastman's Hotel, we had the pleasure 

 of meeting Dr. Hayden, the veteran explorer, who made 

 quite an extensive tour in 1871 through the Park, and whose 

 geological reports, maps, etc., were published in the annual 

 report for that year, who also presented to Congress a 

 proposition to reserve this section from settlement as a 

 National Park and game preserve. 



After inspecting a number of horses we decided upon a 

 pair of bronchos which wc bought. The best horses for 

 such a trip are ponies raised in the West, as they are tough, 

 good in harness and saddle, and last, but not least, rustle (a 

 Western expression, meaning that they will take care of 

 themselves) so that you need carry no grain, or at least very 

 little, as they are accustomed to look out for their own food. 

 We also bought a covered Bain box wagon, harness, saddles, 

 blankets, buffalo robe, etc. We also got a dog— Jack— a 

 cross between a pointer and hound; he improved the appear 

 ance of the outfit, as he was large, powerful and a good 

 watchdog. Here also we had Cooper's improved rifle sights 

 adjusted to our rifles. In the top of the front sight, which 

 is crescent shape, is inserted a rounded piece of gold orwory 

 which is always distinctly visible, in all trying weather, 

 glaring sun or dashing snow. The rear sight has a movable 

 slide, by which you can raise your sight at runnbag game, 

 always sighting through the same notch, and not removing 

 your gun while firing. Trying our rifles at the range with 

 those sights, we were astonished with the results of "this im 

 provement. 



Having returned to Livingston, and being delayed there by 

 stormy weather, we finally pulled out on the 10th of Sep- 

 tember. The road was fairly dry, as the alkali soil soon 

 absorbs the rain. Keeping the river on the left hand after 

 leaving town, the road passes for two miles or more over a 

 gravelly plain and enters the shadow of the terraced and. 

 rock-ridged peaks., 3,000 feet in height, through which the 

 stream has carved its way for a distance of three miles, 

 forming its third or lower canon. This gateway of the 

 mountains leads into a gorge just wide enough to admit the 

 road along the river, the mountain walls rising precipitously 

 on either hand. Emerging from the lower caiion, the road 

 enters at once upon a large fertile plain, Paradise Valley. 

 The Yellowstone, ah through its course in Paradise Valley, 

 is fringed with trees, and has a stony and gravelly bed, with 

 an impetuous current of six or seven miles an horn-, a 

 depth of as many feet, and a width of about 100 yards. 

 Its waters, constantly freshened by mountain springs and 

 torrents, are cold and clear, and alive with trout and gray- 

 ling- 

 Here we struck camp about 5 P. M., set the tent, picketed 

 the horses, and began preparations for our supper. Wood 

 and water being handy, we enjoyed immensely our first out- 

 door meal, and turned in about 9:30. Our bed was comfort- 

 able and warm, for we made it up of two rubber blankets 

 buffalo robes, and three or four woolen blankets. Early in 

 the morning we "pulled up sticks" and were off, through the 

 beautiful valley. The scenery and mountain views, as we 

 went on, day by day became grand and superb. A pano- 

 rama of stately domes is constantly unfolding a succession 

 of the grandest pictures. But the eye is not alone fascinated 

 by the glorious mountains; yonder is the stately river flow- 

 ing swiftly on past wooded islets, where miriads of water- 

 fowl flock to the feeding grounds along the shallows. 



Sept 13 we had some fine trout, for breakfast, which F. had! 

 caught night before. We started about 9 o'clock and drove 

 along the noble stream, where 1 killed and succeeded in get- 

 ting several fine mallards. The road we traveled was made 

 by "Yankee Jim," whose toll house we passed about a mile 

 beyond the canon, and arrived in the afternoon at Cinnabar. 

 Here is the terminus of the National Park Branch Rail- 

 road, and the stage station of the Park. Cinnabar 

 is a dull, unprepossessing place, and consists of a 

 limited hotel, a store, and few log houses. The location of 

 this town is very beautiful. On the right, Cinnabar Moun- 

 tain is a striking feature of the landscape; this isa handsome 

 peak, standing out from the other elevations and making a 

 fine picture. Its name was probably given because a broad 

 stripe of vermillion hue girdles the height half way up its 

 face. The south face of this bare mountain is traversed 

 from apex to base by two enormous dikes of traprock. These 

 walls are 200 feet high and 50 feet broad. The material be- 

 tween the dikes has been washed away, leaving the gigantic 

 walls as smooth and vertical as if built by mason's skill. 

 Nature has seldom shown so wonderful a specimen of her 

 handicraft. This is named the Devil's Slide. 



After a tour miles' drive we came to Gardiner's City, a 

 characteristic frontier town, with a motley collection of 

 shanties, saloons, log houses and dirty canvas tents. Here 

 we bought a regular western mining cooking stove, as the 

 one I sent from the East was no good. It was the Duncan 

 camping and cooking stove. The stove was too fancy and 

 complicated, the oven had to be hinched on the stove, and 

 could not be sufficiently heated to bake bread, as the fire 

 could not reach it. This is a most important item in camp- 

 ing out, as you have to bake two and three times a day. The 

 regular Western mining camp stove is made out of sheet 

 iron and is about two by three feet, the baking oven is a 

 separate apartment in stove, where the fire and heat can go 

 all around it; you can regulate your heat by a draft check, 

 and feed fire by a separate door. 



Arrived at the hotel of the Yellowstone Park Improvement 

 Company, but not being willing to pay the extraordinary- 

 high rates at the hotel, we drove on near a mile, in a most 

 secluded grove, with plenty of wood, water and good feed, 

 where we made camp. Turning the horses loose and eating 

 a hurriedly-prepared lunch, I took a walk to the springs, 

 leaving F.' to guard camp. Arriving at the top of the white 

 marble-like terraces, there are innumerable basins, in the 

 center of which great springs are boiling from the regions 

 of eternal fire. The novelty and magnificence of the scene 

 are bewildering. The brilliancy and variety of the coloring 

 matter about the pools, as well as the delicacy and beauty o 



